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 once upon a time

Terraced rows of caring people
You’ll be all right up the road,
These old streets
Only slums where god fearing
Hard working people live.

Don’t worry we’re only
knocking down your lives.
Only thing is you won’t
know that until it is too late.
Up the road you’ll have all the niceties you want.
None of your needs, they are lost
In rubble razed tumbled homes.

Short 5 and 6 blocks of
lovely locked down uncaring terraces
The odd set of semidetached
Thrown in to break the monotony.

Caring people left bewildered
The sudden growth of needy children.
After all they have all their wants
Anything they need they steal.
What has happened to the
Good working class God fearing people?

We moved up the road might as well be the moon
It's an alien place living in new estates
Who are these children of ours running wild
when they have all their wants?
They have the entire world I wish
I still had my wee house Down the road

When all we talked about and hoped
For was for a better tomorrow.
Look around wish they had never gone away
locked in tied down by fear
Of the crime. You get what you wish for
Only this time it won’t be those
Terraced rows of caring sharing
God fearing people
Living in tumble down wee homes down the road

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